1999, Hong Kong.
Yaoyao is twenty-three years old and a graduate student in the Department of Psychology. She has an unspeakable secret - she always sees the same figure from behind in her dreams, a man who never turns around.
One day in May, she bumped into a stranger in the library. Long hair, earrings, dark gray watch. The second my fingers touched, it was like an electric shock.
She doesn't know who he is.
He is David. The singing king who has been missing for four years. He's back.
From that moment on, their fates were welded together.
After this, comes love. It's the media's hunting, the capital's strife, and the backlash from peers. It's a hug that's so sweet that it's suffocating, and a parting that's so painful that you can't breathe. Everyone wanted to see them kneel, but they didn't kneel even once.
Twenty-six years. What they could never finish in three lifetimes, they burned through in one lifetime.
A dream that never goes away. A person who can't be separated no matter what.
